People in church and outside share something called the Gospel. Now everyone has a story where they were not christian or against christ then at one point in their life a miracle which happened that defies all odds . A miracle so amazing that their heart, mind and soul turns to christ. That is not my story. I was once a christian since the age of 5 when i clearly remeber. I believed and trusted in him. I pray , read and loved the bible. Life was all good till the day I realised that my dad was the devil. He broke me down, Beat my body, Hurt my feelings, betrayed my love, traumatised my mind, tainted my dreams and told me that " there was no god". He took something away from me. SOmething that meant alot and more to me. He took the holy spirit away, and humiliated it and killed it infront of me. I was empty, my soul wept as I live my days wearing Smiling mask. I was selfless therefore I dont spread pain. Although i was hurt , i was in pain and in tournment. I continued on spreading love and joy. But everyday I felt empty, i felt weak and i was slwoly dying inside.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 02:54:56 +0000
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